How has it to come to be this way, I question in my waning years, A life amounts to such decay? Despite the toil I give the day, Lashed by all my desperate fears, How has it come to be this way? While godless I still kneel and pray, Demanding why, with shameful tears, A life amounts to such decay? And yet the winds have aught to say. Instead, my mind breathes ugly jeers: How has it come to be this way, A life amounts to such decay?
When will it come, the sea?
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When will it come, the sea? Marbling coldly ‘Cross my narrow shins To pull me in.
I sense a mini villanelle. This is lovely
I really liked this, very well constructed and very evocative